He was a very cunning person, and those who sent him were devils." "How do you know these things ?" I asked, amazed.
"From the letters which I ripped from his coat," he answered.
"He came to Braster to see me, then ?" I exclaimed.
"Precisely." "And the letters which you took from him--were they addressed to me ?" "They were." I was getting angry, but Ray remained imperturbable.
"I think," I said, "you will admit that I have a right to them." "Not a shadow of a doubt of it," he answered.

"In fact, it was so obvious that I destroyed them." "Destroyed my letters!" "Precisely! I chose that course rather than allow them to fall into your hands." "You admit, then," I said, "that I had a right to them." "Indubitably.

But they do not exist." "You read them, without doubt.

You can acquaint me with their contents." "Some day," he said, "I probably shall.

But not yet.